The First Heir

Another female assistant in a fiery red dress replied, “Pavilion Master Una has been intercepted in Griffin Pavilion. The other party is a king of disciples, and the two sides are confronting each other.”

“A king of disciples?”

Cooper trembled, turned around, looked at the female assistant in the flaming red dress. He asked, “Who is it?”

Cooper knew that this king of disciples was definitely not one of the current ones in the Nonagon. This person was either from outside the country or had defected.

The female assistant replied, “He’s the former king of disciples of the fifth zone who’s also known as Red Dragon, Fennel Leigh. He previously singled out Spencer Dunley.”

‘Fennel Leigh?’

a little. I didn’t expect such a big reaction. Oh, Philip Clarke, your

white coat over his body. The back of the coat was a golden embroidery of the word ‘Nonagon’ with

of the office while saying coldly,

the three female assistants

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a cold face, Reed stared at the hundred disciples in front of him and said indifferently, “I don’t want to harm the innocent. You should back

bangles around his wrists. He was the first to jump down

who dares to attack the Nonagon is courting

and stomped his feet on the ground. Like an exploding cannonball, both his fists burst with dazzling red

punch was strong enough to shatter combat armor. The

disciples smiled faintly when they saw Matt making his move at

the green combat uniform in front would most likely fall after a single blow